yesterday marked my last guard duty as a prowler. from now on i'll either be orderly or duty spec. and it was probably my most siong prowling experience ever, since my fellow prowler watched the real madrid vs roma match and that ate into our prowling timings. which means we were rushing like mad to complete the rounds in time. i thought it was pretty obvious he lost money in the match but i didn't ask.

and then i got my off today which wasn't too bad even though i still didn't manage to get many things done.

i didn't manage to:
get a driving instructor who'd teach me at night or let me book a lesson today.
watch any dvds.
get enough sleep.

what did happen was:
a haircut and the accompanying tingling high of the blade against my skin.
meeting up with a post-operation wk and ed who collected his visa.
me spending good money at country manna's for lunch.
ending up in an engwah theatre.

i seriously have no idea if i'd rate dodgeball as a good or lousy comedy. it's hopelessly riddled with cliches but it's sorta feel-good.

and 2 more days before ed leaves..